“A biker who can cook?” she mused as she began eating. Her face lit up after her first bite. “Oh my God, Nash, you can actually cook!”
I laughed. “You’ve met my mother, sweet thing. She’s not the kind of woman to send her boys out into the world without cooking skills.”
“I love your mother,” she declared.
“Not something I hadn’t worked out, baby.”
After we’d finished eating, she made her way to the sink. Eyeing me, she said, “I’ll wash, you can dry.”
“The plates can dry without my help.” No fucking way was I drying dishes. I had a dish rack for that shit.
She smacked me on the chest with the tea towel and pinned me with a dirty look. “I bet that’s not something your mother taught you.”
“My mother taught me to be efficient with my time, and drying dishes is not a good use of my time.” This debate was amusing me, if only to see her getting worked up.
“You know what my mother taught me, Nash?” she asked as she planted a hand on her hip.
“What, darlin’?”
“That a man who doesn’t do as he’s told, doesn’t get sex for the rest of that day.”
“Bull-fuckin’-shit.” I burst out laughing as I said this.
She raised her eyebrows at me, challenging me. “You want to take a chance on it? Or do you just want to dry the damn dishes?”
I had to give her credit. She was standing her ground, a straight face in place, and I had no doubt that she would withhold sex if she so chose to prove a point.
I put my hand out. “Give me the fuckin’ tea towel,” I muttered, snatching it off her.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at me while she filled the sink.
“Just to be clear, babe, tonight there’s gonna be sex. A lot of fuckin’ sex.”
“Yeah, baby,” she said in that breathy, sexy voice of hers.
I shook my head. “I’ve been fuckin’ played again, haven’t I?”
She didn’t answer me, just smiled broadly at me.
I watched her in silence while she filled the sink. Velvet was a woman I could spend hours looking at and never tire of the view. But I was interrupted this time by a chuckle in the hallway. I turned and grinned at who I found standing watching us.
Kick.
“Hey, brother,” I said, walking towards him.
“Nash, long time no see.” We hugged, slapping each other on the back. He pulled away and smirked at me. “I see you’ve finally found a woman to tame the asshole out of you.”
Velvet laughed. “I’m under no illusions. Nash does have his good points though, so I’m sticking around for those.”
Kick put his hands up. “I don’t want to hear anymore, darlin’. I’ll take your word on that.” He put his hand out to her and introduced himself, “The name’s Kick.”
She shook his hand. “Good to meet you. I’m Velvet.”
Recognition dawned on Kick’s face; I’d obviously mentioned her to him before. “Real good to meet you, darlin’.”
“What brings you to town?” I asked him.
“Club business.” It was clear he didn’t want to discuss it in front of Velvet.